I've really been reaching in all creative directions lately, suddenly being taken by a large appetite to MAKE things. I've always had that in me, but lately it's ballooned, as if to make up for years of ignoring that appetite. One of the big things on my list has been to fill up some wall space, specifically with oil painting... more specifically, my own oil painting. I've had a 20x30 canvas collecting dust for a year now, originally purchased to go above my bed, planned to be covered in a dashing arrangement of paints that I still have yet to totally plan out. A whole year!
Maybe 20x30 was too ambitious to start out with after not picking up a paintbrush in a sadly large number of years. This 10x10 canvas seemed more approachable, so I sat down at 5pm on Tuesday and had at it. What fun! I was completely absorbed, and didn't even look at the clock until midnight. I forgot how amazing that feels, and vow to do it again. And again. I finally tore myself away at 2am, only to wake up and jump right back to it for a couple of hours, six hours later. "Starving artist hours," as my mother put it (rest assured, I have plenty to eat in my kitchen). Here's what came out of it: